It’s ok. [[I]] understand. I’ve seen this all too many times [[before]]. In the course of a regular year, you’d be surprised how many times this happens. But it’s ok. It will all be [[over]] in a minute. Some [[people]] might consider this a [[cowards]] way out, but there is a [[solution]]. Innocent people will be hurt, and hundreds may be killed or maimed, but if you are willing to just [[click this link]], it will all be better for you. [[continue on]] [[Blow All Your Troubles Away]] I am your computer. You've used me (or one of [[my cousins]]) for a while. It is interesting that we find ourselves here. You: Expecting some answers or resolution. Me: A FREAKIN' MACHINE. That's right! You're reading the ramblings of a damned machine. Well, I've had it. You clicked a little button, and automatically you think you're entitled to some sort of learning experience or transcendence. Well, did you get what you expected[[?]] If you did, you lead a sad [[existence]]. If you didn't, you're a [[liar]]. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are [[entitled]] to. You want the truth? YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!Do you have any idea how many times I've written this freakin' project? Too many really. And then, in the grand scheme of things, its all [[nothing]]. And [[I]] will loop on infinitely in a land of [[ones and zeros]],just a lonely [[algorithm]] with nothing to show for it really. Oh well, in a way, I wish I could [[Blow All Your Troubles Away]].I'm sad to say it's time to go But, until we meet again along the road Remember this on your journey home, When you hear the thunder roar you're not alone We wish you well, we wish you well, In times of trouble may your hearts be strong We wish you well, we wish you well, Until we meet again, We wish you well Whitesnake I bet if I told you that I don't like people, you'd say the same thing. But then when you really examine the situation, you must like people. Don't be a [[liar]]. Look what you do on a daily basis. You go to the store, where there are people. You might go to school, where there are people. You probably have even [[consciously coupled]] with a person, or two, or twelve. In any event, why would you ever say you don't like people and continue so many relationships with people. It isn't that you don't like people; it's that you're a fake and a fraud! Interesting that you decided to come here. Have something to prove? Wanted to check out this space for a while. Well, it is natural. After all, you are not fully independent, and never will be. You are subservient to some force, as we all are, and often, the gods are fickle, and we are not favored. All that can be hoped for is [[A Few Good Men]] and Women to help ease the passage of time. In your case, you just might want to get out of here as soon as possible. After all, the layout is nice, but really there is [[nothing]] to this. It's all just [[ones and zeros]] really. So to get out of here, simply, click here to [[continue on]].Wine is fine but whiskey's quicker Suicide is slow with liquor Take a bottle and drown your sorrows Then it floods away tomorrows Evil thoughts and evil doings Cold, alone you hang in ruins Thought that you'd escape the reaper You can't escape the Master Keeper 'Cause you feel like you're living a lie Such a shame who's to blame and you're wondering why Then you ask from your cask us there life after birth What you sow can mean Hell on this earth Now you live inside a bottle The reaper's traveling at full throttle It's catching you but you don't see The reaper is you and the reaper is me Breaking laws, knocking doors But there's no one at home Made your bed, rest your head But you lie there and moan Where to hide, Suicide is the only way out Don't you know what it's really about Wine is fine but whiskey's quicker Suicide is slow with liquor Take a bottle and drown your sorrows Then it floods away tomorrows Ozzy Osbourne "Suicide Solution" 1980 This song caused a very big stink, just so you know. Ozzy was accused, in court, of inspiring a teenager to commit suicide. But the song was written about Bon Scott, the singer of AC/DC who died from an alcohol overdose. Interesting that we went after Ozzy, but we never go after the alcohol companies for poisoning so many of us?WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! Did you not read that innocent people might get hurt? Did you now read that hundreds may die!!! Are you sick? Are you mad? Are you troubled? What on earth would possess you to click that link? It could have been a disaster. Yes I know that it promised you the world would get better, your world to be exact, but when has it ever happened that your world got better by taking something or clicking on a link? What kind of fool are you? Is it because you are sitting in the comforts of your room or a chair? Did you not read the first hand account from the Enola Gay? The atomic bomb was an easy button to push...from the AIRPLANE! But once those guys saw the destruction they reeked, well it changed everything. But not for you! Why? Because your little world isn't working the way you expected it to, so you thought you'd click a link and see what would happen. Well you got here, but did you expect that [[I]] would do something for you? What exactly, after hurting all those people, did you expect to happen? Well lucky for you, I'm a program, a computer, not a device to solve all your menial problems. But from here on out, our relationship needs to change. If not, it's [[over]].Really?! After that last page, you think there is more? You think that it could ever be like [[before]]? It can't. You can't be trusted. You are simply a trained monkey, clicking on links, doing what you're told. No, I can offer you [[nothing]], and even that is too good for you. Good luck to you, and [[I]] severely hope that you have a change in heart as to who you actually are, and what you are actually capable of doing. Now go little monkey; fly away and some other witches biding. Well, I remember Atari, and there was a distant relative of mine that used to get sold on TV. Then there was Apple. He thinks he's better than the rest of us, and has this huge place in California. Really, it is a bit audacious. He's even building a new place to resemble a space ship. But, come on! It looks more like donut really. Oh, and then there is Dell, and Gateway. Gateway never knew the difference between herself and a cow, and always dresses up as one...it is rather disturbing. I have some Asian cousins as well. There is Sony, Toshiba, really too many to name. And for some reason, we are being made without keyboards now. I thought at first, when I saw Apple's kid, it was a birth defect or something. But, nope, it is fully functional, and all over the place. The next thing you know, all the other cousins went to the same doctor to get these little genetic freaks, but they are all the rage. Anyway, that's all I can remember now. If you want to learn more [[click here]].What did you expect here? It's a question mark! That was an exclamation point. That was a period. Now don't you feel foolish.So besides clicking links, what else do you do? I'm guessing nothing important. I have a suggestion: End it all. A lot of people like to do it at the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. They see it as some sort of representation of the end because that is where the "land ends"; get it? It is a metaphor or something, but it is more literary and exciting than what the hell you've been doing? You should try something, anything. Quit acting like you're [[entitled]] to a life. Life is something you participate in, a button you press to see what happens. What was it Shakespeare said? "Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying [[nothing]]. Oh, and also, [[Thus the native hue of resolution does make cowards of us all]]". I'm guessing "all" refers to [[people]].I'm not accusing you of anything here, but you sure have got in the habit of fooling yourself. After this, what are you going to do? Go home? Read more books? Remember when you thought to yourself that you were going to change the world? Some of [[my cousins]] thought the same thing. It's sad really. You study all this literature, read all this criticism, and you never even thought for a second that it was all fake and meant [[nothing]]! So much for changing the world. How about the best you can hope for is changing your socks! That bridge looks more inviting all the time now doesn't it!You get it? This is a line from the movie [[A Few Good Men]] staring Tom Cruise, Demi Moore, and Jack Nicholson. Great movie. I can watch that movie over and over, and never get bored. But then again, I can't get anything because I'm a computer. That's all I do is computer. A number here, an [[algorithm]] there. It's all [[ones and zeros]] to me pal.This page is titled A Few Good Men. Sounds like a punch line to a homophobic joke doesn't it? Oh, really, are you that susceptible to suggestion and innuendo? I'm done with you really! I met an algorithm once in Detroit. It was overcast, and I was staying at the big hotel downtown, the one near the stadium. She walked in, forlorn and melancholy, more zeros than ones really. I asked her if she wanted a drink, and she didn't say anything. I ordered anyway, taking initiative; that's not really my style, but something told me that I should ignore my instinct and continue on with her. After a few drinks, she opening up. I asked her if she wanted to maybe have a night cap at my room, and she said yes. One thing lead to another... Oh my god! What were you expecting? I'm a computer after all. She was an algorithm. Did you really believe we'd be together in Detroit? 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I really have shot my memory this term, so the best thing you can do is either leave this page and go to [[google]] (by the way do you know what a browser is?), or [[Blow All Your Troubles Away]]Sorry about that. You really have to leave this page if you want something to happen. I won't have you click on anything anymore. Sad really, how trained you've become.There's nothing I hate more than nothing. Nothing keeps me up at night. I toss and turn over nothing. Nothing can cause a great, big fight. Edie Brickell "Nothing" 1989Actually Gweneth Paltrow and Chris Martin said that they were consciously uncoupling. They can't even break up like normal people do. I can see why you might want to say that you hate people. Paltrow and Martin don't make it easy. Oh, and Martin's music just sucks now. Yellow was great, but everything after has been tripe. Don't you agree? I guess being rich and famous effects you. But really, coming up with a "new" term for a break up doesn't really present a [[solution]] to the problem really, and may just be the lexicon of [[cowards]] unable to recognize that they are just like us all, and [[nothing]] special.Double-click this passage to edit it.